One night, I had a dream that I left Redneck Holler fer one a them far
off places I seen in a geographic magazine over at the Cooter Bluff
library. Well, bout halfway through the dream, I started feeling real
sad, cause I knew I just had to git back to the Holler, or I’d die a
homesickness. Now, I woke up a few hours later, but that feeling of
sorrow lasted all the way up to while I was packin’ my truck fer the
day’s fishin’. At that point, I stood there lookin’ at the blue sky and
tall pines, and made a promise to myself and God that no matter how bad
things got in this world, I’d never wander far from the Holler. Ya see,
I figure there’s lotsa people in this world that’s got more ‘n I do, but
there is something they ain’t ever gonna experience, and that’s life in
the Holler. There ain’t many folks in the Holler, but the ones that’s
here knows there ain’t no better place to come from and be buried in in
the whole world. So, grab a pole, git in the truck, and I’ll show you
round town before we go to the best fishin’ hole this side of the
Mississippi!
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